During that same Saturday, Whiles the colosseum was alive with cheers and boo's as fight after fight started and ended, thousands of miles away, in the Knight capital, King Francis was finally done with his personal research about the ancient creature called a vampire that lurked in the forbidden parts of his territory.
Terrifying was too mild a word to describe that evil. It was just as old as the Kingdom, maybe even older. And just as his generals had told him, the creature fed only on blood. Not just any blood, but human blood.
And as for it's abilities, even the generals with their extensive network of information had failed to scratch even the surface of the vampire's abilities. It's strength was far greater than any mortal could fathom and it's intelligence was beyond that of the most knowledgeable and wisest sage.